Georgia felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. Two hundred million? How could she possibly come up with that amount? Although the company had been performing well recently, raising two hundred million was still as difficult as attempting to scale a treacherous peak for the Adams family.
She longed to survive, but no matter how hard she strained her mind, two hundred million remained an insurmountable obstacle.
A flicker of disappointment crossed Damian’s face as he coldly remarked, “I see now. It seems you truly have no reason to survive.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, the air around them felt even colder, thick with the scent of impending death.
Cheetah gave a grin and said, “Damian, I have something to say.”
The murderous glint in Damian’s eyes faded a little as he nodded, “Go ahead.”
Wearing a smirk, Cheetah continued, “Damian, she is no ordinary person but the most beautiful girl in Hiphia, with countless wealthy suitors eager to marry her. Even though she married a fool later, from what I hear, their marriage existed only in name. She’s likely still a virgin. It would be a shame to kill her directly. Why don’t you take your time and fuck her hard before making the decision?”
Kent echoed, “Indeed, Damian, you may not know, she’s the dream girl of many. You’re so wise and powerful. Imagine you claim a woman whom every man dreams of possessing. Just thinking about it is exhilarating.”
Damian still maintained a grim look when hearing this, but after sizing up Georgia again, a new thought floated into his mind.
He gave a thoughtful nod. “She is indeed stunning. But why are you all pushing for this? To gain a chance to watch aside?”
Both Cheetah and Kent froze. Actually, they didn’t wanna be just the observers; they wanted the chance to join in. If Damian hadn’t arrived so swiftly, they might have already succeeded. Yet out of their fear for Damian, they dared only nod in agreement. “Yes, we’re eager to witness a more powerful side of you, and learn from you.”
They had other plans in their hearts. They hoped that when Damian got tired of this woman, he would gift them the chance to taste her.
A sudden burst of laughter escaped Damian as he heard this.
Nobody could remain unmoved when facing the temptation of such a beauty. Especially since he hadn’t been with any woman in years. His desire now came like a flood after a long drought. He simply had no way to resist such a stunning girl like Georgia.
Both Georgia’s looks and figure were exceptional. Any man who laid eyes on her would inevitably be drawn by her. She was a goddess many dreamed of but could hardly hope to reach. What a sight that would be if he could make her tremble under his feet!
Whoever imagined this scene would find it hard to resist the magnetic pull of making it real.
Men seek a sense of achievement, and a woman who can provide that feeling is truly unmatched.
“It’s been ten years since I last had sex, and I’ve long forgotten what it’s like. It’s time to release my deep desire today. I’m gonna taste her now. If you want to stay and watch, stay; if not, get out!”
His gaze grew intense, roaming over her from head to toe, left to right. It’s as if his eyes could pierce through her clothing and draw her into a realm of desire.
Georgia felt as though she had sunk to the depths, in an abyss called despair. She was left with no choice but to look up and cry for help.
Faced with that wicked smile, Georgia bit her lip and shook her head frantically. Her voice trembled as she pleaded, “No, please, you can’t do this to me. I have a husband… my husband…”
Before she could finish, Damian’s fierce interruption cut her off.
“Who? Step forward!” he barked, his tone sharp and commanding. Georgia’s voice came to an abrupt halt.
No one around seemed to notice any other presence; only Damian sensed someone nearby.
The red iron door swung open with a creak. The next moment a slender woman walked in, who had an alluring face, wearing tight jeans. Her large, doll-like eyes sparkled, and her smooth, radiant skin showed one thing- she’s undoubtedly a rich, pampered heiress.
She took a step forward, and all along her gaze fixed intently on Damian. Blinking softly, she swallowed hard. She had her hands clasped neatly in front of her as she adopted a poised, demure stance.
“Miss Ford!” Cheetah greeted her eagerly as soon as he spotted the woman. He acted as eagerly as a dog seeing its owner.
Karis, however, turned a blind eye to Cheetah. Instead, her large eyes fixed intently on Damian. After a moment, she asked, “Are you Damian Morgan, the legendary figure who shocked the whole Hiphia ten years ago?”
Damian cast her a disdainful glance. “Yes. Now if you’ve done asking, get out of here! I don’t have time wasting on you.”
Karis didn’t take offense. Instead, she’s attracted by Damian’s domineering but engaging personality. He’s a stark contrast to those who only knew how to flatter. She believed his arrogance was part of his charm; he had the guts to tell her to leave!
“No, I’m not leaving. You’re my idol. Ever since I was a child, your stories have been widely told, and I’ve always looked up to you. I thought I’d never get the chance to meet you again, but here you are! You’re handsome, exactly how I imagined you are.”
Damian froze with surprise for a moment as he gazed at Karis. “Aren’t you afraid of me?” he asked.
He knew that people in Hiphia regarded him as a monster. Many kids would be frightened and tremble at the sound of his name, too frightened to walk alone at night. Hardly anyone saw him as an idol-maybe a few ruffians did, but certainly not women!
Karis furrowed her brows and replied, “Why should I be afraid of you? I’d much rather hear your stories. To me, you’re a true hero. Hey, you stand alone against a hundred! That’s not something just anyone can do.”
Damian nodded in approval, then walked over to Karis and said earnestly, “Anyway, you should leave for now. I have important matters to attend to. I’ll share my stories with you when I have the time.”
With that, he waved his hand, shifting his gaze back to Georgia.
However, Karis had no intention to leave. Instead, she wore an expression of deep resistance. “No, I’m not leaving!”
As she spoke, she walked up to Damian and took hold of his arm. She pouted playfully. “I know what you’re planning; I heard everything you said. It’s been ten years since you last had sex, right? You’re my idol-how could I allow any other woman to touch you? At the very least, it should be someone like me. She doesn’t deserve you at all.”